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He’s lounging in my bed, his back against the headboard, his legs stretched out down my bed. It’s the stranger who took my virginity. No, the stranger Igavemy virginity to in an effort to take control over my own body and the future of my soul.
An effort to save myself.
“What are you doing here?” I hiss. “You can’t be here. And how…”
He throws his legs over the side of my bed. I watch in silence as he stands and starts to make his way toward me. He stops a few feet away, his head tipped down as he watches me.
“I couldn’t just walk away from you,” he rasps.
“But you have to,” I state.
He chuckles. It’s low and sexy. For a moment, I think about running away with him, but then I shake my head and myself out of it. I don’t even know who he is. He could be a mass murderer or something. The fact that he’s standing in my bedroom is eerily concerning.
I’m not close enough to my phone to call security, and he is standing between me and my cell phone. Watching him, I wonder what I should say, what I should do, but I’m frozen in my spot, holding my breath, too scared to even breathe.
“One more time, where we aren’t in a seedy club?” he asks. “Let me taste all of you.”
“I don’t even know your name,” I exhale, finally letting out the breath I have been holding.
He doesn’t say anything. Instead, just like before, he lets out a humming noise as he makes his way toward me. One step, then another, until he’s standing directly in front of me, so close that we’re almost touching.
My belly dips at the scent of him. He’s showered since I saw him a few hours ago. He smells spicy and sexy. I don’t even know how to describe it as I inhale a deep breath and let it out slowly, allowing his smell to flow throughout my senses.
I want to commit this, him, to memory because I don’t think I’ll ever see him again, especially since I found out this evening that I’ll be flying to Dallas in a couple of days to meet my new husband and hopefully be set free at the same time.
Freedom.
It’s been an illusion since I found out the truth. Since my parents signed a contract for marriage that included a pardon for their debt. Assholes. I don’t care if their whole casino is ripped from their selfish hands. I don’t give a flying fuck at this point.
“One more time,” I agree.
His lips curve up into a smile, and he dips his chin, his lips touching mine in a brush of a kiss, which sends tingles throughout my entire body. Not one single nerve ending is unaffected by this man’s touch.
“One more time,” he rasps.
And with those three words, nothing else needs to be said. His tongue fills my mouth, tasting all of me, every square inch of my body, from head to toe. He worships me in ways that I didn’t even know were possible.
We don’t sleep.
Not for one minute.
By the time he leaves, my body is nothing but a pile of aching flesh and sweat. I’m completely boneless. He stands beside the bed, completely dressed, while I’m naked with just the sheet to cover my body.
Turning my head, I look over at him, his lips twitching in a smirk. “Thank you,” he murmurs.
“Thank you?” I ask.
He nods his head once. “It’s me who should be thanking you. This was a gift given to me twice. One that I do not deserve. So yeah. Thank you.”
Without another word, he turns on his heels and walks out of my bedroom. He doesn’t make a noise, not a single one. I wait for someone in the house to hear him, to see him, to call out and question who he is, but there is nothing.
Not a single sound.
Rolling onto my back, I stare at the ceiling and let out a sigh. I didn’t expect that. Not a moment of it. And right now, I’m wondering why I didn’t run after him.
That was beautiful.
Magical even.
